Think I'm getting old
Least that's what
I've been told
Hair getting gray
My beard to
Yes I'm getting old
What can I do
My memory is fading
This is true
Guess what now
I can't remember you
Guess this happens to us all
Now I'm just old
If I may say so
If I may be so bold
Call me lazy
You can call me crazy
But I must be getting old
Because things are a little hazy
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